Tonight was really something that I would not forget, not ever if I've become old and wrinkly. First of all, I was the MC for the dinner. Second, I actually wore a skirt after swearing it off. Third of all, my feet are aching so much that I don't think that I would be able to forget the sensation of it for as long as I live.
All in all, tonight's dinner was a total success. The beginning was a little choppy since we were just getting started, but as the lucky draw was going on, everyone's attention was diverted to the cookie tin we used, each hoping that they would be the ones getting lucky. When I was on the stage, the gap on it (the stage is actually made of several sections) widened so much that when I stepped backwards, my heel actually sank into the gap, nearly causing me to fall in front of the audience. Thankfully, I regained my balance, and managed to preserve my dignity.
I was quite happy to hear all the compliments I got, it boosted my self confidence a lot, and because of it I managed to go through the whole dinner without making a mistake (when I was on stage) and was quite successful in getting the crowd to interact with me.
I wore a black long sleeved turtleneck, a white vest and a dark brown skirt with a pair of gorgeous yet excruciatingly painful 3 and a 1/2 inch heels. The skirt and heels actually showed off my legs to its best advantage, while my upper body was really covered up. The fashion rule of choosing between your cleavage or legs was really put to good use here, and for that I'm really glad. I didn't use any makeup, which was a good thing since by walking back and forth the whole room, I caused my cheeks to turn red, which gave me a natural blush. My hair was styled in such a way that it was slightly wavy bu spiked outwards at the ends. Along with it being red in colour, it suited my pale skin really well.
I also drank quite a bit of beer, which I must add that it was really good beer, and didn't get drunk at all, unlike my father who drank uncontrollably till he became drunk. On the bright side, he didn't puke. Thank God for that, because if he did I would have throttled him.
The final lucky draw was definitely the best part of the night, since everyone was fixated on the numbers I was announcing. The ultimate grand prize went to a rather good looking guy some where near my age, whose girlfriend also won a hamper. Actually, the table was the recipient of quite a few prizes, lucky them.
As for my feet, I will never again wear stilettos if I'm going to walk for more than 4 hours straight! I barely ate anything because I was too busy running around making sure that everything was going smoothly, and when I did get to have a seat, I found myself picking up a few pieces of food here and there while waiting to begin the next program. Even so, I didn't regret a single thing, because for the first time in a while I actually felt that I was in power. I simply love the feeling it gives me, and I didn't have to sit around and make idle talk because I was too busy running the show.
On another note, I think that I might have a pervert on my tail. He's actually a Vietnamese who works in the production line, who was also the spur of the moment cameraman. He took quite a few pictures of me when I was on stage, and at the end of the dinner, he asked to take a picture with me. He actually held my waist in a vice-like grip and tried to hold my chin when we were posing for the camera, but I pushed his hand away before his friend pressed the button. I was already somewhat nervous when he grabbed my waist, but when he held my chin, I felt so creeped out that I nearly recoiled from him! Unfortunately, etiquette demands that I plaster a smile on my face and pretend that it didn't really affect me at all, so I had to bear with his grip until the picture was taken. After that, I immediately extricated myself from his grip. It was a good thing that he released me soon after, because if he didn't, he would have found himself to be the last of his line. Seriously, the only people I would allow to do that would be my cousins and close friends.
He was practically a stranger, I didn't know his name, neither do I remember what he looks like! I sincerely hope that he would not do anything to make me demand the immediate termination of his contract, because if he tries anything funny, I will make sure that he is sent back immediately. Luckily, I do not have much reason to go to the factory area, and even then I'm always surrounded by the other employees that I trust. I can only hope that my identity as the Managing Director's daughter will protect me from his unwanted advances, and that the other employees around me would come to my rescue if I should find myself in an unwanted situation.
On the bright side, I'll be leaving the company soon, probably during March, and his contract expires next year. With any luck, I would not be meeting him again any time soon.
Enough about him. There was also another rather good looking guy who was rather friendly, and we chatted for a while about wine, songs and some other things that I can't remember. If he was a corporate climber, I wouldn't mind entertaining the thought of making him fall in love with me. However, he was merely a factory worker, therefore such a thought was mercilessly crushed and smashed into smithereens before it could get any further. Besides, I would prefer someone who speaks really good English, because my Chinese is rather weak. Oh well, it wouldn't hurt to make him dream of me, since it does feed my ego.
All in all, I enjoyed myself, and was asked to be the MC again for next year's annual dinner, which I will definitely not miss.
